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Conditioned to believe in this or that
Caste, colour and creed determines response
Narrow views and specious logic fall flat
Before the monk, who joy pulse does ensconce
In all honesty, have we felt within
Ignition renewal continual
As bliss bubbles thus burst upon our skin
Viewing each life breath as God’s miracle
Do we reside in thought rested silence
Awareness self-aware equanimous
Are we in resonance with innocence
Throbbing of bliss current continuous
Save choosing cessation there is no way
As long as we look outwards, heart will sway
24-November-2021
To parents,
and other adults of voting age,
in significant responsible relationships
plagued by political abuse
and economic neglect.
We could invest less time and resources trying to discover
if harm came to us,
and those for whom we feel responsible,
because of an impoverished economy
or polarized segregation.
If you're asking,
the answer is yes.
Economic waste on defending
what cannot be responsibly conserved
is the merely logical conclusion
of our way too much LeftBrain-RightWing dominant
dissociation.
Abuse, neglect, marginalization, monoculturalism
elitism, nationalism, chauvinism, evangelicalism, zealotry,
aggressive hostility, assertive apathy, religiosity
of any egocentric and anthropocentric
might-is-right defensive type
Between always right v always wrong identities,
personal and/or geopolitical and/or disinvested economic
neglect of polyculturally positive climate health
Neuro-sexsensory systemic
and ecosystemic
neglect of healthcare responsibility
and lifecare opportunities
to co-empathically liberate dissociative polarization
feeds and breeds
more impoverishing LeftBrain-RightWing
disassociating trauma,
chronic stress,
paranoid
anxious
caste-preservation.
A compassionate
and more pleasant
way of curing in-house v out-house neglect
is to stop competing to disinvest
away from democracy's richer
and healthier potential
Multi-enculturing
as if All Organic Life Matters
were your domestic, everyday
Political/Economic Business As Win/Win Cooperatively Usual.
Those neglected and abused,
whether individual people
or individual nations,
are neglected
by monoculturing anti-social
LeftBrain-RightWing dissociative polarization
Untouched up by neurosystemic
and ecosystemic
Win/Win democratic
mind/body healthcare opportunity.
Federal and State agencies
For nearly one hundred years
Removal of children
Many families feared
Even Church Missions
Got in on the game
The taking of children
That they had no right to claim
Reasons were varied
To why this was done
As they knock on their doors
And a point of their guns
Miscegenation
White racial purity
The take of the kids
Family obscurity
The Half-caste acts
An outright disgrace
To creates these laws
When it's not their place
Project yourself back
One hundred years
If they were your kids
Do you feel their fears
13th of February 2008
A date in time, for these children to wait
Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd
A formal apology, to the Stolen Generations above.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/australia.php
LOVE FOREVER FADES AWAY!!!! wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
Waving like the sea,
Your decision was bias.
You ought to give me wedding ring,
But set my dreams on fire.
Can you answer me for the single reason, what made you do this?
Was it the beauty? Was it the caste, or the complexion?
You said I am your love at first sight.
You were the one who took the initiative and intended to keep it up.
You were the one who delightedly filled my heart with zeal of love.
You were the one who elegantly filled the warmth of love in my soul.
Confronted with an unsolvable dilemma’s where there is no right answer, we always know the answer to everything.
But what you did? You just made false promises.
Still you define it as the love, true love?
Or the love that vanished with no reason.
Answer me, answer me, my thee??
Near the bandra reclamation,
Sitting at the amusement park,
You were the one who excitedly expressed your thirsty feelings.
You were the one who stared at me without closing your eyes for a single second.
But you were the one who set my dreams on fire.
You said you will ask your parent’s for lifetime commitment?
But I will ask you one thing, if you feel your parents will understand and decide your love, then why you fell in love?
If you know that story wont line up with an happy ending, then what made you do this?
It’s just the pain you mounted on my heart. You just broke my heart.
When you blamed, that it’s the caste, it hurted me like hell.
Answer me my love, what made you do this?
I was happy being single.
Then, why you disturbed my life with no reason?
Then, why I got so much acquainted with you for all season?
It’s was so easy, that you picked up different slices of life but why Castism you did my almighty?
In the bruising darkness just left with ashes of memories, lying my face down in ignorance.
You broke my trust for all the life time in my way.
But still you left the happy prints, as a hope of ray.
It’s because of you, Love forever fades away.
But still left with the mementoes of yours, reminded me every day!!
I am a busy and the mostly used level road which connects the cities to follow.
I take all the pain due to laden speedy vehicles on my chest in a speedy go.
I take the immensely loud noises and extreme heats in dry sunny days not a long ago,
I wet myself in heavy rains and never escape even during cyclonic storms in dismay.
I cry for the victims of unfortunate incidents and hold the bodies and belongings of their remains,
People of all caste, creed, colour and gender use my body as a medium to sustain.
I am silently watching everyone to provide a plot and platform for smooth go without being detained.
My surface scars are deepening and worsening and has no chance to recover,
I promise and assure to give my every bit to help in making a clear way for all my fellow survivors.
Vallabh Savani is so kind and cute
Above all, ready to help any boot –
Low caste, low esteemed or kaput.
Love through his blood does overshoot
And sooths many Sankets who commute
Benevolence to all generations coot.
In dilemma and hassle, he is parachute;
Help for a friend; foe and faulty to execute.
Has contributed to campaign anti-pollute,
Sighted orphans and settled destitute,
Awarded teachers like me and persecute
Vast enmity against him which substitute
Allies as Hardik and myself in healthy lawsuit.
Never saw him angry or upset as he commute;
Insane behaviour is far as never did he salute
Someone, but bowed his head to transmute
Inner love and care to all old and his recruit.
Remain healthy and wealthy! This my tribute.
Where do I listen for meaning
harmonically compassionate
till will-power to avoid death
do us part?
For positive healthy and safe feelings
Left strongly nurtured control needs
Yang v Yin bipolarizing
original win/win
prime NonZero Zone relationships,
YangLeft with YintegralRight
bipartisan global natural health
is also spiritual wealth
outgoing and incoming EarthJust
cooperative stealth
Healthy wealth
green ego/ecosystemic
resonantly resilient
neuro-sensory
CommonSense Wellness
is universal kindness.
Not an Either/Or deductive path toward individuating
Both/And inviting induction
into not unkind multiculturing
creolizing cooperatives
Heaven Enlightened
and Earth WellBeing
kind extending kin empowering
green positive regeneratives
recreating GoldenRule democratic outcomes
ingrowing
To make Earth healthy again
Kind compassion is ecopolitically freeing
and costs nothing
While mean degenerativity
is about negative doubt,
needs and disappointed wants
noticed with,
at remedial best potential,
win/win kind curiosity
And not so heavily over-invested
in mean win/lose zero-sum evolutionary theories
of patriarchal exclusive caste closed set might
makes capitalistic fight
rightwing right
makes unhealthy wealth
of ecopolitical short-term might
win the meanness battle
but not our Common Good wellness war
copassioning peace
For PolyCultural Communion
ecofeminist world views
more healthy
than continuing with Business As Usual
PatriCapital fixed Blessings
most deeply and widely endowed
only at the top
of Earth's resilient wellness scale
for measuring future win/win trends
full EarthTribe wealth sufficient
for survival
abundant
for this our cooperative thrival
bicameral anthrotheistic caste.
Swarms of flies infest teary eyes,
the untouchables have no worth.
And live and die in the gutters,
shunned by society since birth.
The sick occupy the shadows,
where death entombs these castaways.
For faceless crowds take no notice,
how the lowest-caste end their days.
A woman with a giant heart
felt India's poor were in pain.
And brought them medicine and hope
to shelter them from heat and rain.
She found joy in loving the poor
and shared that joy with all she met.
And lectured that these souls of God,
more than prayers, need our time and sweat.
Mother Teresa begged the rich,
let God touch others through you.
And this angel became a Saint,
to those whose dreams she helped come true.
(Quatrain)
2/18/2017
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
*Image of Burgmansia Queen Of The Incas.
Sanguinea, Queen Of The Incas
In the lush jungles of constant condensation,
A royal order of an ancient kingdom,
That had ruled from an unknown beginning,
A caste system, whereby, a legacy of femininity,
Ruled over a vast domain, she'd be the Queen,
Known by one name since the start of their governance,
Sanguinea, Queen of all the Inca lands.
Regal and statuesque, donning a regalian dress,
That flowed down the length of her,
Of velvety rubies that drapes in reds.
In her royal court, she is surrounded,
By faces of envious greens that cowers,
Neath the richness of her extensive rule.
She is guarded by an army,
Bearing a powerful tawny armor,
They are a tower of strength that lifts their Queen,
So she can be seen by her doting subjects below.
Sanguinea, Queen of the Incas,
She would lure and entertain her unwary guest,
Her body full of emanating scents beguiles them to ecstasy,
And if she senses danger, she eludes a toxin,
That renders, the once seduced guest,
To be another victim of her passion.
The majestic Queen Sanguinea,
Overlooks her realms expanse,
From her hilltop palaces,
And its courtyard of still filled green faces.
With magnificence and savvy governance of her jungle kingdom,
She bears a formidable presence as she trumpets it, away,
And her magnanimity is without question,
For it is well known throughout and beyond, her wet domain,
For she is, after all, her royal majesty,
Sanguinea, Queen of the Incas.
*Sanguinea, of the aforementioned version--as there are several varieties, is a rather large trumpet red flower that is poisonous. It hangs downward from trees in a Peruvian jungle of South America (as pictured).
2019 May 31
*1st Place*
A STRAND (1074)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 15